Had To Be You

The right choice | Ch: 23

It has been a week since my mother found out about Liam. And things couldn't have been any more worse.

Liam has not been coming to school for the whole week. He's not returning my calls or texts. I thought of stopping by his place but I'm so caught up in my projects and assignments and with all the fundraiser event preparation at school. The whole week was so tiring.

And by the time I reach home I HAVE to take a nap before studying. In other words this week wins the award of 'The Worst Week Ever'.

Leo's also not coming to school as well. I keep thinking that if he came, I could help him with his geography. He has been less active on Instagram lately. Quitting social media is actually not a bad idea. I called Leo a couple of times. He wasn't picking up but I got him yesterday night.

Chloe and Jasper are back on track. Hazel has been coming to school but did not confront me till now. And I wish she doesn't because Chloe is waiting for a chance to smash Hazel's face against the wall.

I was finally going to meet him. I didn't actually think that he would ignore me. This whole week has been so hectic that I didn't have enough time to sink in sorrow. I could hear my mum's voice whispering in my head "told you so".

Sometimes at the end of the day when I'm done with all my work, I just lie down on the bed, tired and frustrated. Thinking about every moment I've spent with Liam.

Damn it. Why do I sound so cringe?

But it's true.

Every time I call him it reaches his voicemail

*Hey, you've reached Liam. leave a message.

I go inside the washroom to get a shower before getting dressed for school. Mum and I haven't been talking since the incident. Also she clearly has been very very busy with the fundraising event. Which is tomorrow and Liam was supposed to be my plus one from whom I haven't heard for the entire week.

I shove all my books inside the bag and go downstairs. My breakfast is waiting on the table. I pull the chair outside to sit and be done with eating the cereal.

"I hope you are going to be there in the fundraising event." Mum asks, while doing her own work in the kitchen.

"And why do you care?"

"What do you mean? I am your mother, why wouldn't I care."

"I don't know, you've never done anything motherly. Looks like all you care about is your opinion and your weird sense of gut feeling, telling you that the one guy I like and feel special about isn't the right one!" I push a spoonful of milk and cereal into my mouth.

"Oh, you mean all these years I worked my ass off. Alone. To raise a child, all by myself, run the house and secure both our lives which apparently was not motherly enough."

"I don't know mum. Was all that really for me? You've always told me how difficult it has been for you dealing with all the change from being the popular girl to a single parent. And raising a child was your idea. I don't remember telling you to adopt me." 

She looks at me with amaze and I know what's about to come. "Wow. You really went there. Huh?"

I keep looking at me cereal bowl while I spoke "you built a comfortable life for yourself and I just tagged along, cause maybe one day out of some kind of I don't know, adrenaline rush you decided to adopt me."

She stares at me for a while and then sighs. Goes back to doing whatever work she was doing. "Honey, call it whatever you want to call it. But you made the right choice." I particularly hate it when I try to get on her nerves and she stays calm.